Looking on

Never seeing what we have,
when what we have is by our side.

Never seems we can hold on-
this perfect present situation.

The future is our alibi,
lying here watching the ceiling.

You always tried- brought up the past,
but chances are that I was sleeping.

What’s the point now to regret?
Precious time, it’s not worth wasting.

You always seemed to hold your ground
don’t tumble now, your world-

it’s looking on.